the facets of what I haven't become and the faces of those I've wronged.
It's not all that hilarious. In fact...it's almost in poor taste.
But we live in a world where the worse is the better and the shorter seems the longest.
I avoid what's bothering me. I hide from the things that haunt me.
I won't admit that I dislike the world.
I'll announce that I hate the universe.
Rephrasing the same garbage. No one seems to understand.
Unaware of the hunger that torments Africa.
Who seems genuine enough to care?
Not I.
I'm too preoccupied with this girl...talking about me in Math class...
How she seems to give me that look. You know, ...that look.
However, I found out that she goes home to parents that ignore her.
Not I.
We're walking torwards a sun that doesn't provide everyone with warmth.
In fact, I'm feeling slightly cold.
Don't share with me what I wouldn't share myself.
I'm far too preoccupied.
I'm missing the friends that I had. Missing the things I didn't know.
Now I'm a fucking genius.
There's no fun in that.
So these jokes are going stale and these thoughts are gaining weight.
We'll soon be buried and what I have I accomplished?
We'll be designing the future with glue and DNA.
I'm just lacking the erection-
-set. The kind we'd play with as children.
Building into the clouds...knowing no limits. Not aware that one day we'd have reasons to hate each other.
Reasons like...clothes. God. I hate poor people.
Not I.
I'm not the best example of how to live, but I might be the best example of how to die.
Don't lead the parade without tasteful music.
Now we're prepared.
Music? Check. Morals? Check. Rations? Check. Expensive clothing? Check.
Let's all go to war.
Fight for the things we don't believe in. Murder the offspring of our neighbor.
What are we achieving?
I'm a soldier. I'm a gossip. I'm a glutton. I'm a faggot. I'm a patriot. I'm a GOD.
Not I.
No, Not I.
But we live in a world where the worse is the better and the shorter seems the longest.
I avoid what's bothering me. I hide from the things that haunt me.
I won't admit that I dislike the world.
I'll announce that I hate the universe.
Rephrasing the same garbage. No one seems to understand.
Unaware of the hunger that torments Africa.
Who seems genuine enough to care?
Not I.
I'm too preoccupied with this girl...talking about me in Math class...
How she seems to give me that look. You know, ...that look.
However, I found out that she goes home to parents that ignore her.
Not I.
We're walking torwards a sun that doesn't provide everyone with warmth.
In fact, I'm feeling slightly cold.
Don't share with me what I wouldn't share myself.
I'm far too preoccupied.
I'm missing the friends that I had. Missing the things I didn't know.
Now I'm a fucking genius.
There's no fun in that.
So these jokes are going stale and these thoughts are gaining weight.
We'll soon be buried and what I have I accomplished?
We'll be designing the future with glue and DNA.
I'm just lacking the erection-
-set. The kind we'd play with as children.
Building into the clouds...knowing no limits. Not aware that one day we'd have reasons to hate each other.
Reasons like...clothes. God. I hate poor people.
Not I.
I'm not the best example of how to live, but I might be the best example of how to die.
Don't lead the parade without tasteful music.
Now we're prepared.
Music? Check. Morals? Check. Rations? Check. Expensive clothing? Check.
Let's all go to war.
Fight for the things we don't believe in. Murder the offspring of our neighbor.
What are we achieving?
I'm a soldier. I'm a gossip. I'm a glutton. I'm a faggot. I'm a patriot. I'm a GOD.
Not I.
No, Not I.